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And it has, then, been a happy day for my Karen. What is it you read, Claude?" Karen's sense of slight perplexity in regard to Tante's interest in Mr. Drew was deepened when she called him Claude, and her tone now, half vexed, half light, was perplexing. "Some silly things that are being said in the House," Mr. Drew returned, going on reading. "What things?" said Tante sharply.
Could she not go to the Lippheims in Germany and teach English and French and Italian there she knew them all and make a little money, and, when Tante wanted her again to come to Les Solitudes, come as an independent person? It was a curious thought. It contradicted the assumptions upon which her life was founded; for was she not Tante's child and Tante's home her home?
He couldn't but suspect Tante's motives in wanting them to give a little dinner-party for her. But he feigned the most genial interest in the plan and agreed with Karen that they must ask their very nicest to meet Tante. Betty had helped Karen with all her dinners; she had seen as yet very little of the great woman, and entered fully into Karen's eagerness that everything should be very nice.
How could she but resent and repell any hint that belittled Tante's claims and justifications? how could she hear but with dismay the half threat of his last words, the intimation that from her he would accept what he would not accept from Tante? The sudden compunction of his comprehension almost brought the tears to his eyes.
Jardine will think it best what I've done with the large case, sir, that has come. I didn't know where you'd like it put, and it was a job getting it in anywhere. There wasn't room to leave it standing here." "Tante's present!" Karen exclaimed. "Oh, where is it?" "I had it put in the drawing-room, Ma'am," said Barker.
"What has she to do with it?" Gregory asked after a moment in which she continued to gaze at him. "What has Tante to do with it?" said Karen in a wondering voice. "Do you think I could marry without Tante's consent?" "But you love me?" "I do not understand you. Was it wrong of me to have said so before I had her consent? Was that not right? Not fair to you?"
Karen repeated to him Tante's sallies at the expense of this or that person and the phrase with which she introduced these transformations of human foolishness to the service of comedy. "Come, let us make méringues of them." The dull or ludicrous creatures, so to be whipped up and baked crisp, revealed, in the light of the analogy, the tempting vacuity of a bowl of white of egg.
It was in regard to Tante's ward that Gregory was more and more conscious of keeping something from Karen, while more and more it grew difficult to keep anything from her. Already, if sub-consciously, she must have become aware that her guardian's unabated mournfulness did not affect her husband as it did herself. She had showed him no more of Tante's letters, and they had been quite frequent.
Tante stood before her, not taking her into her arms, not taking her hands. "Come back to me? What do you mean?" "I have left Gregory," said Karen. She was bewildered now. What had happened? She did not know; but it was something that made it impossible to throw herself in Tante's arms and weep. Then she saw that another person was with them. A man was seated on the distant sofa.
"Of course you must do what you think best, Aunt Patricia," Sally added a moment later, as she was preparing to start to her own room. "But don't you think we had best wait until Tante's return?" Aunt Patricia shook her head. "What Polly Burton may think or desire in the matter will not have the slightest influence with me.
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